Chapters (34)
- Cover
- Other Titles by Susie Bright
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Contents
- Introduction
- Halves
- Surviving Darwin
- Playing Doctor
- Innocence in Extremis
- The Program
- The Letters
- The Desires of Houses
- Horny
- Pinkie
- Fleshlight
- Are We Having SexNow Or What?
- Three ObsceneTelephone Calls
- Tennessee
- Up for a Nickel
- The Manicure
- This Isn’t About Love
- Blue Light
- End-of-the-World Sex
- A Jew Berserk onChristmas Eve
- Casting Couch
- It’s Never Too Latein New York
- The Year ofFucking Badly
- Story of OBirthday Party
- Top of the 15th:Best American Erotica’s Authors1993–2008
- Readers’ DirectoryThe Most Influential Erotic Editors, Journals,and Web Sites of the Past 15 Years
- Contributors
- Credits
- About the Editor and Author
The next time we met, I addressed the both of them about my feelings. I began by telling them that I felt that it would be good for Julie and me to spend some time alone together, without Andrew. That way he would better learn his role as an assistant and our relationship (Julie’s and mine) would get stronger. I also said that it was apparent that, in the course of our sessions, Andrew had developed a strong attraction for men and that there was nothing wrong with this kind of sexual feeling. I told them that if he was to be truly happy, he should try to see some gay men. I told him that there was a strong homosexual side to him that needed exploring. Then on the question of money, I brought up that they had not paid me since the first few sessions and that what I was doing with them was still therapy.
Julie looked at Andrew and smiled, a different smile from any I had seen on her face before.
“Can you believe it?” she said. “This one wants it all.” She then turned to me and said, “Doctor, you are really very daring asking this all at once. Trying to get me all to yourself, turn my husband gay, and be paid for it! Incredible! But let me tell you how it’s going to be. These sessions that we’ve been having were all recorded—we both had recording devices in our clothes. If you don’t do exactly as we say, you will never practice psychology again in your life. You will be writing us monthly checks now for amounts that we will later specify. These will be, of course, in the thousands, but we feel that your career is worth that, don’t you?”
“You mean this has been a game to you all along?” I yelled incredulously. “What about how he can’t please you? What about the little penis?”
“He can please me just fine,” she answered. “Of all people you should know that size isn’t everything, but you are too deluded by your ego. These are the roles we play. I am the cheating wife, and he is the cuckold. We like our roles, and they’re very convincing, don’t you think?
“As for the homosexuality,” she continued, “there’s one more thing that you will be doing before we leave. Take off your clothes, please.”
I was in shock, but understood that I had better do as I was told, or else my career was over. We all got naked, throwing our clothes on the floor. I saw Andrew rubbing his penis with a lubricant.
“Now, Doctor, I want you to stand up against this counter and stick out your ass so that Andrew can fuck it,” Julie said.
I looked at her wide-eyed, but she just smirked.
“Don’t worry, you’ll like it,” she said.